After washing up, I grabbed the towel to dry off. With my dick at attention, I admired myself in the mirror. Damn, I look good and my dick is bigger than most. Who wouldn't want to fuck this fit, tatted up body, with a dick that's ten inches, thick ,with a round mushroom head? Shit, even my circumcision scar is pretty. I walked to doorway of the bathroom to admire Savvy, in that lingerie, with her fat ass pussy waiting to greet me. What I seen though was Savvy still sitting in the sofa chair in the same boy shorts, and cropped t-shirt, with this look on her face.
"Baby, what's good?" I threw the towel down on the bathroom floor and walked over to her. "I thought you were putting on that lingerie I like?" I continued asking, while stroking my meat.
She sat there for a few more seconds and the look she gave me, I swear to you, it was a look of pure hatred and disgust. She stood up, still with that look on her face as I stood their confused.
"You a... faggot?" She said, like the words she just asked tasted bad in her mouth.
"What?!" I yelled, confused of why she would ask me a question like that.
"You heard me nigga! Are you a fucking faggot?!" She yelled back, this time leaning up against me, looking up to me in the eyes. What the fuck? How dare this bitch ask me a question like that!
"Hell naw! Why the fuck would you ask me some shit like that?!" I yelled back. She held my phone in my face, expecting answers.
"You tell me! I called this number in your phone and a fucking nigga answered the phone, calling you daddy, nigga!"
She looked at me with that look. You know, that every woman give when she expects the next words to come out of your mouth to be the right words.
I had to think quick. I knew exactly what number she called but I'm shocked that nigga called me that. Damn think Dee! Think!
"So one of the homies told me about this one connect that's a low key faggot, and that if you flirt with the nigga he usually drops the price on the product." I said as she looked at me, lips puckered flat, head tilted and her hand on her hips waiting for me to continue. "So I hit the nigga a month ago, told him I was interested in doing business with him. I tried to do the flirting shit with his faggot ass, but I didn't think I was convincing enough, because he wasn't answering my calls after that." I showed her my phone, so she can see how many times I was calling with no answer.
She pushed me and went and sat on the bed, clearly upset still but it looked like she was buying the story.
"Well, his faggot ass answered this time." She said still clearly upset but with a bit of relief in her voice. I knew I wasn't getting no pussy tonight but I'm happy I dodged that bullet. Now I just need to get with Wayne and see if I could get that slim, bubble ass.
"I can't believe you thought I was a fucking faggot!" I yelled, walking to my dresser right in front of her. I grabbed some underwear and basketball shorts, then headed to the closet. I needed to turn this shit around on her so I can get the fuck up outta here. Even though that nigga just nearly fucked up my whole life, I wanted that ass so bad.
"You got me fucked up! I'm out!" I yelled while putting on my underwear then shorts. I grabbed a t-shirt out of the closet and threw it on. I heard few protests from her while walking out, but I had to play the part. I don't think no woman's going to respect a man if he don't trip for being called a fag. I also needed to get in that niggas ass, literally.
